Dead by Daylight

…be careful, now, there's a serial killer on the loose…

A/n: This was originally meant for 8/13, Friday the 13th. However I've had some seriously messed up stuff happening in my life.

Better late than never, right?

This is KH2 type setting, where Roxas is trapped in DIZ's replica of Twilight Town.

WARNING: Stalking, insanity, non consensual acts, the like. Read at your own discretion.

~O~

The television was droning on but the young blond wasn't paying attention as he got ready, oblivious to the eyes that were watching him, always watching. He straightened his tie, and checked his hair but paused when a word caught his attention. "..Curfew… authorities are asking that people don't go out past dark until further notice," the small blonde reporter told her co-anchor, who was scowling, "Authorities are encouraging everyone to be careful, especially now, as its been confirmed that there's a serial killer on the loose …DIZ? What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?! What I want to know is why they haven't caught this guy already! It can't be that hard to catch this sick freak! If it were up to me, he would've been off the streets a long time ago!" Roxas listened for a moment longer and glanced at the clock. It was seven-thirty and the sun was already fading. He clicked the television off.

"Well, enough of that," he muttered with a roll of his eyes. The police had been trying to discover why people had been disappearing for the better part of a year. Roxas didn't see why he should miss his dinner date because they were incompetent. Besides, it wasn't like anything like that was going to happen to him. Things like that just didn't happen in Twilight Town. Hollow bastion maybe, but not in his small corner of the universe. Twilight Town was safe. Probably the safest place in the world. He sighed and then deftly wrapped his coat around himself, leaving his apartment and locking the door as he went.

A smile stretched across thin lips, sharp green eyes following every movement that the slender young man made. They glittered in amusement. This little blond liked to sneak out past dark and was once again in his metaphorical crosshairs. So typical of this defiant little beauty. Of all of the little blond beauties that he brought home. The lanky man stuck to the shadows, following closely. Tonight was the night, this one was going to belong to him. "Gotcha," he murmured under his breath, readying to strike. The boy turned toward him, as if he'd heard him from his hiding spot and he hesitated.

That pretty face and those big blue eyes illuminated under the streetlights never failed to please him. He looked so much like the real one and those stupid dusks were too incompetent to get the job done, that he simply couldn't help himself. His smile stretched into a smirk as the blond shivered but continued on his way. With an amused grin still tugging at his lips, he claimed his prey, relishing in his struggling as he pulled him into the shadows.

~O~

Roxas woke, still a bit delirious and overwhelmed with nausea. It was when he realized that he couldn't see, he was completely naked, and his hands were bound that panic set in. His breathing quickened and he struggled against his bindings. A hand touched him, gliding up his thigh and he cried out in alarm, jerking away from the touch. "Who are you? What do you want?" his voice was shaking. "Where am I?" The red-head smirked, watching only, his body aching to take the boy who couldn't resist. He enjoyed playing with the replicas before disposing of them. He was always finished with them by morning. They were pretty dolls, nothing more.

"Hello, beautiful," the red-head purred, his hand applying a possessive pressure. "I've been waiting for you to come around, its just not as fun if you're not playing too," he answered with a touch of amusement. Roxas' entire body went cold, visions of charred, mangled, naked bodies flashing before his eyes, that fool DIZ's voice droning in his ears, almost like a warning and an icy chill ran though his whole body. …be careful, now, there's a serial killer on the loose… He couldn't breathe. Oh God. The man from the news, it was him. He was going to die. Just as he began to panic, a finger trailed his lips, rubbing at the lower one. The blond gasped softly, too terrified to move. "Shhh, if you can elude me for three days, I'll let you go," his captor hummed, "otherwise, you're mine. How's that?" he purred. "Although," he chucked in a breathless, almost insane way as he drawled his next words, "I presume you'll be dead by daylight."

Roxas exhaled harshly, the words sinking in as surprisingly warm hands touched him. He cried out. It had to be his imagination but they burned like fire. Information flooded into his brain. There were no known survivors of this psychopath. He was going to die horribly, he needed to run, run now, as fast as he could. He gasped, realizing tears were trailing down his face and he was trembling. The man's hands left him and he gasped when he was freed from his bindings. Strong hands guided him up, but he didn't dare to move. The covering over his eyes was removed, and he belatedly realized it was his discarded tie. He could vaguely see that he was in a darkened building of some sort, while his vision swam with tears. Soft lips brushed against his ear and he inhaled sharply just before those strong hands squeezed his shoulders. "I promise I'll give you a head start if you can run away without looking back at me," the voice purred again, absolutely brimming with amusement. Roxas was too terrified to respond, but the man's warning that followed set him into motion; the desperation in his voice alone was enough to chill him to the bone. "Go, before I lose control now."

Roxas ran blindly, trying to get as far away as fast as possible, driven by that mantra. The first sensation that hit him was the cold. It was an icy night and misty precipitation was already dampening his skin and hair. Without protection from the elements he was quickly chilled to the bone. He didn't dare look back, all he could see ahead was an expanse of trees. He knew that he needed to find shelter but he didn't know his surroundings. He entered the foliage, slipping and falling as he ran, but getting up quickly again, too afraid to stop. This man had already caught him once, he was just playing with him before he killed him. That terrifying thought was enough to fuel him, and he didn't dare look back.

He didn't know how long he ran for, but he began to feel a sense of despair when he was met with a wall blocking him from escaping. He recognized it; it was the border of Twilight Town. He could hear signs of life on the other side, but the wall itself was too high and too steep to climb. He heard a sound and quickly dashed behind a tree, covering his mouth quickly to mask the sound of his ragged breathing but otherwise not daring to move. He could see a tall lanky figure wearing a black coat examining the area he'd just come from. It was then that he realized how obvious he'd been about leaving tracks. He felt the blood drain from his face and waited, even as the man came dangerously close to him, until he wandered away again.

Roxas' heartbeat became painful as he waited in silence. When he deemed it safe to do so, he cautiously moved along the treeline in the opposite direction, following the wall, absolutely sick from fear. However his efforts to proceed cautiously were already in vain. He'd already been discovered. The lanky man that had been tracking him leapt down from a bough, cutting him off and pushed him back, pinning him against a tree. Roxas was shivering, his breath coming in short visible plumes as he stared into dangerously beautiful green eyes, a dangerously beautiful face, hidden under that hood. The man's lips curved upward and the Cheshire grin stretching his face was absolutely chilling. "Hello beautiful," he purred satisfactorily. Roxas pressed himself back, trembling in fear. He recognized that voice, that greeting. "You managed to get all the way through the forest, I'm impressed. I hope you can see how futile that was," the man told him patronizingly with a wry glance toward the obstacle blocking him from freedom and Roxas realized the point of this whole exercise, his blue eyes going wide. No matter how or where he ran, he would be found again. His captor smiled dangerously and held Roxas' wrists with one hand when the blond cried out for help and kicked him, "Fight me all you'd like, you won't deny me, doll face," he promised, licking his lips and stroking the side of that trembling face. Those green eyes were intense as they soaked in every detail of the blond, looking for imperfections but not finding any. He hummed in interest. He was definitely getting better. Roxas knew that he couldn't get away, he was exhausted from running for so long, unprotected from the elements and he was trapped. He would be found again. He grit his teeth, scoffing darkly.

"Kill me if you're going to, just do it," he spat. The red-head appeared to be genuinely amused.

"Oh sweetheart," he murmured, lowering his eyelids. Roxas closed his eyes, whimpering when the man leant closer. His tongue ran up Roxas' neck and the blond shuddered at the feel of breath in his ear. "I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to eat you alive," he promised, biting his earlobe sensually. Roxas' face flushed, anxiety eating at his stomach, nausea pooling there. His heart was racing. The man grasped his chin, raising it. Roxas was more terrified than he'd ever been in his entire life.

He jerked away, hitting and kicking the man, driven by instinct, trying to run. With a sharp grin, the red-head pulled him back and pressed against him hard, forcing his hands above his head, securing them with one large hand. Roxas fought as he was bound to the tree.

"Shhh," the dangerous man cautioned. The blond was trembling, sobbing as tears trailed down his face. He was completely helpless. He was going to die. Roxas shuddered when those long fingers trailed down his sides, memorizing his body before trailing back up. Dangerous green eyes never wavered from his own. They burned, like acid. Roxas pressed back, trying to distance himself from the man. Then, the red-head pushed forward, closing the space between them, kissing Roxas hard. He was purring in amusement. He always enjoyed seeing how real he tried to make them. He was going to enjoy seeing how much he could make this one cry.

The smaller boy's breath hitched. Those blue eyes widened in realization and he squirmed, trying to get away. Strong hands grasped his hips with bruising force. Roxas whimpered just as teeth nipped at his lower lip, pulling it into the other man's mouth and the red-head sucked sharply, pressing the blond into the tree. His left hand slid up the smaller boy's body, grasping his jaw and forcing it open, his intrusive tongue diving into his mouth. Roxas bucked against him, trying to get him off, realizing in horror that it was arousing his attacker even more. Groaning pleasurably, the lanky man stroked his tongue against Roxas', grasped his legs and pressed their hips together. Roxas groaned, both from the sensation and because his back scraped against the tree.

The red-head broke the kiss, his hot breath brushing against Roxas' face. His captor's lips were curved upward into a smirk, and he continued to grind his hips against the blond's, his mouth working at Roxas' neck hungrily. Roxas had to stop himself from nuzzling against the red-head's warm body. "Nngh… Oh God, please stop," the smaller boy begged, shuddering from arousal, fear, and the cold, biting his lower lip to suppress another groan as his body began to heat up. Soft hair brushed his cheek and the man suckled hard at the spot just behind his ear. "Pleeease," the boy groaned again, biting his lower lip to suppress a moan, his body betraying him as pleasurable sensations were forced on him, hammering away at his defenses. It made him sick. He was completely ashamed.

He glared at the man hatefully as he writhed against him and the red-head's grin sharpened the more he fought. When he lent forward to claim those lips again, Roxas tried to bite. Laughing madly, the red-head murmured, "You like this too," grinding against the evidence. "How precious." Roxas' face reddened. "I'm going to enjoy you immensely, my dear," he purred, nipping at the blond's lower lip. His quarry went absolutely still when he unfastened his pants, pressing against the soft flesh of his backside. Then he thrust into the smaller boy without prior warning. Roxas screamed.

He felt completely defiled, as the man pounded into him, bit him, kissed him, trying desperately to get him out. He clenched his body around the intrusion, writhing, but it just made the red-haired man groan pleasurably. Then he pulled Roxas up, changing the angle and hitting a spot that had him screaming in pleasure instead. He stared into those green eyes, horrified. With a wicked smile, his captor moved faster, going deeper and took ahold of his arousal, pumping in time to the thrusts until he broke, orgasming powerfully. Mercifully, it blackened the edges of his vision and he lost consciousness, just before the red-head finished.

The red-head held that fair face in his hands. The golden skin had gone ashen and the boy felt clammy. He took a moment to catch his breath and let go. He hummed thoughtfully as the little blond went limp against him, righting his clothing. Then, he cut loose the bindings, taking the helpless boy with him.

~O~

Roxas woke, strapped to a bed and covered with a blanket. He hurt everywhere. There were bindings holding him down at his shoulders, wrists, knees and ankles. He squirmed desperately but quickly realized it was futile. That's when he realized that there was an IV in his arm. His breaths were coming shallowly and he couldn't breathe as he panicked.

"Relax, precious, it's only fluids." Roxas shrank back at the sound of the man's voice. It was the man that had taken him captive. That had captured him again. That had raped him. The red-head approached him, stepping into the light. Roxas was terrified.

"W-why?" he whispered. His voice was shaking. The red-headed man smirked wryly.

"You have an infection," he told the blond, lifting a small vial to the light. He injected the liquid into a syringe, before introducing it into the IV. Roxas struggled vainly and the man's smirk widened. It was little details like this that made them seem real. "Just some penicillin," he murmured, those bright green eyes locking with wide blue ones that were filled with fear and confusion, "That's right. I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured with faux enthusiasm.

"What do you want from me?" Roxas whispered breathlessly. The man gave him a wicked grin, those green eyes glinting maliciously.

"You. You think you can do whatever you want, you think you can make your own choices. From now on, you're going to choose me," he answered. The color drained from Roxas' face, his mind reeling.

"You're crazy, I would never choose you!" he whispered. The red-headed man smiled, and something about it was darkly beautiful and alluring. He suddenly bent close and the blond's breath frail breath caught.

"That's funny," he murmured, trailing a hand along pale, quivering flesh, "You think that now, but in the end, all of you do. There must be some part of me they can't erase, huh?" Blue eyes widened just before the red-head molded their lips together. The man hissed when Roxas bit. Cerulean depths flickered in fear at the amused expression on Axel's face. "Mm… he's getting better... I always did like that about you," he told the quivering blond, a large hand stroking Roxas' face, trailing down to his neck, pausing to feel the fluttering pulse and strong enough to crush it. "Fire is my favorite thing to play with, after all, my little spitfire. But you already know that, don't you?" Roxas just stared, his eyes impossibly large.

"You're out of your mind," he whispered hoarsely. Chuckling as he walked away, he asked,

"Am I? Or are you, Roxas?"

~O~

It wasn't long before Roxas had come to two conclusions. This man was absolutely crazy and absolutely obsessed with him. More than anything, he was absolutely determined to possess him, any way he could. His favorite method was taking his body. Roxas' face flushed deeply. The crazy, darkly beautiful man had come back to demonstrate his power over him and Roxas quickly discovered that it was a trap. The more he fought, the more he was made to submit.

"Yes, keep fighting me," The man purred in a way that made a chill go down Roxas' spine. "That's a telescopic pole, the more you struggle, the more helpless you become… until… I can do whatever I want," he murmured against Roxas' lips. The blond gasped as the bar binding his feet was raised, locking in place near his hands. He was completely helpless and exposed. It was humiliating. He was too afraid to look away from gorgeous green eyes until the red-head turned away. Roxas watched, hyper-focused on every movement the man made.

"Wh-what is that? What are you doing?" The gorgeous red-head smirked slowly.

"Preparing you," he purred back. Roxas pressed himself back, his heart thundering in his chest, too afraid to ask him to elaborate. He watched as the red-head coated the unfamiliar object with something, startled when spindly fingers touched him intimately. He couldn't see but he felt something slide along his flaccid length, squeezing gently at his base. He was horrified when his flesh began to harden in response. Before he could ask, the red-head clicked a button and the ring around his cock buzzed to life.

Roxas' mouth fell open in a silent breathless moan. The humming pressure around him became more and more intense as his flesh continued to harden. The blond whimpered in pleasure, squirming when something pressed against his quivering bottom, slowly working into the crevice, gliding forward smoothly. The red-head watched, green eyes glittering from lust, as he worked the toy into Roxas. He waited until the blond gasped as it rubbed into his prostate before letting it hum to life. His quivering beauty was trembling and crying out in pleasure, whimpering and squirming. This only forced his legs further apart, forcing him into complete submission, which only made his cries more desperate and intense.

The red-head waited until the blond was painfully hard, thrusting the toy against his prostate hard, while increasing the intensity of the vibrations until he his cries were so delicious that he couldn't stand it. Gently he pulled the toy away, freed his own throbbing cock and slowly rubbed the head in and out of the slickened, loosened hole. Roxas whimpered painfully and he knew from the look on his captor's face that he knew how badly he wanted release.

"Tell me how much you want it," he purred, raising the still vibrating toy and pressing the tip against the head of Roxas' erection. The blond cried out incoherently, sobbing as he shuddered uncontrollably. He clenched his jaw, giving the man an utterly defiant and challenging look and chuckling at the fiery gaze, the red-headed man purred, "Okay," thrusting into the blond forcefully and forcing the blond to scream in pleasure. The red-head bent close, brushing their lips together, "I'll make sure that just looking at me makes you painfully hard," he promised as he continued to move. Roxas' expression melted into bliss, and he moaned helplessly as the beautiful read-head had his way with him. He gasped harshly when the red-head came inside, still unable to come himself with that infernal ring that was gripping him so deliciously.

He was still shuddering as his captor let his feet down, reclasping them in place, and removing the toy that had been inside of him. He moaned deliriously when the red-head turned up the intensity of the vibrations buzzing around the base of his cock, forcing it to thicken. Smiling, the darkly beautiful man climbed on top of him, never breaking eye contact with the trembling blond. Bridged over him on his hands and knees, the red-head chuckled at Roxas' attempt at defiance. "Still don't want me?" he hummed. Roxas gasped when he ground down, into the head of the blond's erection. "How about now?" Blue eyes hazed over in pleasure. Roxas couldn't think. He barely recognized himself pleading with the man, giving into his animalistic need. It felt so painfully good that he was sobbing by the time the red-head was fully seated on his lap. He shivered at way the red-head smiled at him archly. Then quite unexpectedly, he bent down to kiss the blond tenderly. Roxas moaned helplessly, just before the beautiful man seated on his lap began to roll his hips deliciously. The blond clenched his hands, he'd never been inside someone before and the velvety caress that was squeezing him was enough to drive him insane. He was panting against lips when the kiss was broken. The red-head squeezed around him and he gasped breathlessly, his orgasm hitting him all at once and blackening the edges of his vision. It was more powerful, more pleasurable, than he'd ever felt before. He shivered uncontrollably as the red-head moaned at the feeling of him coming inside, absolutely turned on. Before it became uncomfortable, their bodies parted and his captor mercifully turned off the toy.

Roxas watched him get dressed, ashamed that he was turned on at the sight of his captor's body, of what had been done to him. He watched him clean the toy that had been inside of him, his face reddening as he placed it next to an array of others. He only dared to speak when it became clear that the red-head had no intention of removing the one that was still on him. "Take it… take it off," he demanded tensely. The red-head turned to him, arching a perfect brow and humming.

"What?" he asked in amusement, looking entirely too handsome.

"Take it off!" the blond hissed dangerously. He chuckled, his green eyes glittering.

"But we'll need it until I get bored…so far you're much more interesting than the others," he purred wryly, leaning back down and making Roxas shrink back, "maybe you're going to be interesting tomorrow… and the next day… and the next day and the next..." he mused, watching in pleasure as Roxas' body responded to his words. He fingered the blond's hardening flesh as he whispered to the blond, "Or maybe sooner..." and Roxas couldn't help but whimper and moan in pleasure. It made the lanky man weak and without thinking, he took the blond's lips. He moaned pleasurably when the blond responded without thinking and cupped Roxas' arousal. The trembling boy beneath him rolled his hips into his hand as the red-head delved deeper into his mouth. "Much better," he breathed against Roxas' saliva slickened lips, watching the blond whimper and fall apart as he helped him reach his second orgasm, their mouths molding together to conceal Roxas' desperate cries.

The blond was breathing harshly, his face a beautiful rosy hue. Green eyes glittered beautifully as their owner licked his lips, his eyes lost in hazy blue for a long moment. Roxas watched in terror and arousal as his captor licked his fingers clean, their gazes never leaving one another's. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding painfully, fully aware that this crazy red-head was doing this to condition him into wanting him. He was terrified that it was working. He didn't dare to look away from green eyes, even as arousal swept through his body. A Cheshire grin stretched across thin lips just before they descended to Roxas', making the blond's breath catch.

"And when does it end?" he whispered against the red-head's lips. Red brows arched and the dangerously beautiful man waited. "When do you decide to kill me and burn my body?" He snorted.

"Oh that," he answered. Spindly fingers smoothed back blond hair. Roxas didn't dare to move. "When you try to run from me," he purred, "and not particularly in that order." Roxas' heart pounded painfully at the warning. "I caught you. You're mine," he reminded.

"What if I don't?" Roxas murmured. Green eyes glittered in amusement.

"Don't what?" he asked coyly. Roxas took a deep breath.

"Run from you." His captor chuckled in response.

"No, no, no, Roxas," he purred, nipping his blond's lower lip. "That's not good enough." Blue eyes blinked at him.

"What?" Tisking, the man replied.

"I'm greedy, I want all of you. If I can't have you willingly, I will make you want me," he murmured huskily, "and if you try to deny me or if you run from me, I'll have your ashes forever, one piece of you at a time." He reveled at the fear flickering in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Are you really telling me that if you could have me that would be enough?" he whispered, his beautiful voice trembling. "What about the others?"

Chuckling softly, he quirked a brow, his green eyes sparkling. "Others?" His amused gaze intensified. "Oh precious… while they may remain here, you have my full attention. I promise." Lanky fingers trailed down Roxas' face. "When you run from me, I'll find another beautiful, defiant blond that looks just like you and make him mine, but not until your ashes are in my hands." Roxas' skin had lost its color. So it surprised the red-head when he dared to speak again.

"What if I don't?" He gasped fearfully at the fire the filled those green eyes.

"If you don't, then you're the one I've been looking for and you'll never escape me." Golden brows furrowed. Looking for?

He blinked, realizing that the man was leaving him, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

~O~

Roxas woke to a gentle touch stroking his face, but didn't dare alert the man that he was conscious. His heart was pounding and arousal was sweeping through him. He didn't dare open his eyes, because he knew what looking at the red-head would do to him. He didn't know how many days it had been but his body was responding to the darkly beautiful man on its own. Every time he came to him, he made him get swept away by pleasure until he was out of his mind and begging to be taken. A man who had kidnapped him, captured him, raped him. Who had been the first person he'd ever been inside of, even if he didn't know it yet. Who he dreamed about taking forcibly. Someone whose name he didn't even know, but he dreamed of every night, as if he'd known him in another life. He saw flames, darkness, Axel. His eyes opened wide. The red-head was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his hair. His hand stilled and a smirk worked its way across his lips.

"I was wondering when you'd stop pretending," he purred softly. Roxas' lips parted but no sound came out, belatedly realizing just how naked the red-head was. The man's expression became impish. "Oh, you didn't think I knew?" he purred. Roxas' face reddened, more memories coming back to him. He could see the red-head's expression and hear what he said next before he spoke. "I know everything about you, got it memorized?"

"It's… not that," he answered hesitantly. He dared to gaze into green eyes. They gave away nothing, merely shimmering in wry amusement, much like always, and Roxas shivered in anticipation, right before fingers trailed his clavicle, stroking and then rubbing his hardening nipples. He whimpered softly just before the ring around his cock buzzed to life gently. When he squirmed, the red-head clicked it to its highest intensity and Roxas arched off the bed, screaming in pleasure. When he came to his senses, the red-head was on top of him, grinding their bare arousals together, and Roxas was struggling against his bindings, overwhelmed by the desire to pin him down and take him forcefully. He grit his teeth, trying to think. "N-no stop," he groaned. The red-head tisked dangerously, bearing down against him but hesitated at the way the blond was looking at him yearningly. His eyelids lowered and he hummed gently, approvingly, watching as Roxas' face reddened adorably. He sat up, freeing Roxas' ankles from their bindings, watching him coyly. Roxas swallowed, his heart pounding out of control. Then, he reached up, gently freeing one wrist and then the other.

"What is it, then?" he asked. Roxas didn't even have time to wonder about losing his mind before his hands were buried into soft red hair and he was yanking the red-head into a kiss. Their tongues were twining in a heated battle for dominance. When they pulled apart to breathe, the blond stared into green eyes fiercely.

"I want to be inside you," he all but moaned. The red-head shivered in pleasure but Roxas didn't wait for a response. His hands framed hips, sliding back along the red-head's firm ass and squeezing, pulling him close. He hummed in pleasure when the blond pulled him forward. The red-head's lips quirked up but before he could speak, Roxas was hissing, "Unless you're moaning, shut up." Green eyes lidded as the head of Roxas' erection nudged him. The hands squeezing him pulled him open as he worked the head in and out and it thickened as it slid inside. All at once, he took the blond in, pressing down against him, watching in delight as blue eyes rolled back. He let his fingers trail across Roxas' racing heart. It was almost too much, this one was too much like his Roxas to... Words died on his lips as a hand fisted his hair, yanking his head back. Lips attacked his neck, and their bare chests rubbed together. Without another thought, he thrust his hips down hard, meeting Roxas' movements, unable to keep his hands off the boy. Green eyes fluttered, their owner humming in pleasure. He groaned helplessly when nails bit into his back, and he was pulled down. He took the boy's mouth, moaning as his body was taken. He hissed in pleasure as legs wrapped around his hips, completely lost in the moment. He was hardly aware of being on his back until his legs were over the blond's shoulders, and with a gasping moan he came. Roxas hissed in pleasure as the red-head's body tightened around him, pushing him over the edge, hardly aware of the name spilling out of his lips, until the red-head stiffened under him. He gasped, lost in an intense kiss. When it was over, he let out a harsh breath, his hands framing that gorgeous face. "Axel," he whispered. The red-head hummed in pleasure.

"There you are. Finally," he purred back. Biting his lower lip, Roxas answered,

"I don't understand..." The red-head scoffed, the dark scowl marring his handsome features.

"He made so many fakes, but I knew I'd find you eventually."

Roxas' heart was hammering in his chest. Holy shit, he really was crazy, just like this crazy red-head. Except he was even crazier for wanting him!

"...You do remember now, right?" Startled, Roxas nodded sweetly. How crazy would he become when he realized he didn't? He trailed his fingers through soft fiery hair, kissing him reassuringly. When the red-head was swept up in the kiss, he saw his opportunity and clasped his wrists in the bindings that had held him down for so long. The red-head completely stilled. What Roxas hadn't expected was for him to chuckle dangerously. "Do you think you're safe now?" he purred, his voice and his eyes brimming with amusement.

"I don't know what to think," he whispered back as the red-head watched him. "Am I losing my mind? What did you do to me?!" The red-head exhaled, smoke coming from his nostrils and his lips curving up into a Cheshire grin, leaving the blond staring. "Holy shit, did you drug me?" Laughing madly, the red-head answered.

"You never were a good liar, Roxas," he purred in satisfaction, "but at least that means you're real." The blond gasped when Axel summoned flames and they licked at his bindings. A perfect red brow arched. "Now would be the time to run, thirteen," the man purred. Roxas just stared, entranced, watching as the man pulled his wrists free, and until the flames were extinguished. "No?" Axel hummed with interest

"Am I… Am I crazy?" he whispered. Warm hands gently brought him back down, stroking his hair.

"If I promise to tell you everything, will you come with me?" he asked. Roxas laughed breathlessly.

"I didn't even know your name until today..." Axel kissed him and he melted. He hardly noticed that their surroundings were glitching around them. Darkness swirled around them and he gasped in fear. "What's happening?"

"Will you come with me?" he murmured, again, drawing Roxas in with another kiss.

"… yes."

Grinning in approval, Axel kissed him deeply just before they disappeared.

~O~